Upon a corpse i stumbled

What stench is this upon my tread
Foul with suction, my foot misled
No need for introduction
The stink is too familiar
Feed my troubled lung
Weeze and burn peculiar
Distract my thoughts
Trial and judge later
This swamp of a corpse
My boot the aligator
Was that skull, ooze of brown matter
Feast for the maggots,
Marsh of a platter
Bridge my back to free my boot
Ear hammer crack
A slip to suit
Engulfed in a flesh
Organs of an age
Putrid and disgust
Skin winces, shakes my cage
Vomit saturates
That problem is the least
Must escape the clinch of this rotted beast
Scramble to my knees, masking all my senses
Crippled charging
Free
Overwhelmed with woe and helpless